Why I Started Blogging

There has always been this longing in the back of my mind and it’s always been for words; whether it’s reading them or writing them, I knew my heart was dedicated to words. I’ve always been a huge nerd for reading books… so much as my walls becoming embedded with bookshelves and each shelf filled to the brim, some even overflowing.

I’ve kept a journal since I was a little girl- perhaps then I would’ve called it my dairy back then though, but I would pour my thoughts out and let them flow with the ink and fill each diary and journal all the way to the last page. I would tell the blank sheet of paper about how my day went and the things I did, who I did them with, and where I did them. I wrote down my worries and complaints and darkest thoughts and my brightest ones too and I still do. I’ve gone through more journals than I can count on my own two hands. But it wasn’t until a couple years ago, I found my voice being the loudest, most authentic, and most effective on the internet, for others to see.

I started posting my spiraling thoughts on Instagram as my lengthy paragraphed captions. The people who follow me probably thought, “Here we go again… Here’s Katie on another one of her rants about who knows what” but it genuinely fueled my passion and made my heart joyful so I kept doing it. But then a couple of my friends, behind my back, talked about how my posts were annoying and it made me feel embarrassed and ashamed. That’s when I decided to start a blog. I figured, I always have way too much to say and I want there to be a separate place for my words so people who actually want to read them, can and people who don’t, won’t get irritated with me. I didn’t want to stop posting my words on the internet because it is something that genuinely makes me feel good and I enjoy doing it. So that’s how I ended up here.

At first, I was a little weary. What if no one reads my posts? What if people make fun of me because I have a blog? What if I’m not good enough to have a blog?

But the more I questioned myself, the more answers I found. This blog is for me and it is also for you. It is for my pain and my joy and all that’s in between, to sit with you, resonate with you and comfort you. It is for us. To learn together. To teach each other. To be a safe place to go to and read words that heal your heart and make you feel less alone. To be authentic and genuine and kind.

I started this blog because…

I wanted to become a better writer and a better person. I have learned so much from other bloggers, writers, followers, and friends. I know what works and what doesn’t, what readers want to indulge in and what they refrain from, what helps others and what doesn’t serve anyone. I constantly try to push myself creatively and sometimes lack motivation and energy. But this blog challenges me, which just means that with each letter I type, I am one step closer to jumping out of my comfort zone and putting my life and rawest emotions on display.

This blog makes me feel like I have a purpose. It has helped silence all the loud doubts and questions that were raised in my mind. It’s not about how many people read your work, it just matter that someone does, and it inspires them, helps them, motivates them, or touches them in some way. And that it does those things for you too. It doesn’t matter what people think of me for having a blog. I know what I think of me and I am so proud of myself for following through with something I’ve wanted to do for such a long time and for finding what I love.